Summary

“Put Kamski on.” His voice was firm and filled with a deathly calm.

"Boss is busy at the moment.”

“Do I sound like I fucking care?” The Wolf rested his gun across his leg as he secured his mask. His voice was a hushed whisper. “Put Kamski on. My target has a fucking bomb that will blow up half of Detroit if I don’t kill him. Fucking put Kamski on the phone. I have to kill this fucker and diffuse the fucking bomb myself. So, if you don’t put Kamksi on in the next ten seconds, when I return, I will tear out your insides and hang them from the top of the Cyberlife tower. Or, I’ll just skin you alive. I might even let you choose.”